...so they can have sex. You'd think I'd've written some, and put it up for you. And it isn't like they don't have the time, I mean, obviously they're not on tour during the pandemic.
No, I imagine Paul and Paula are mostly up in that treehouse, attending school virtually, making a whole lotta lovin'. Probably putting out the occasional message to fans, maybe modeling the latest in masks.
Huh, maybe this is the year they finally released a Christmas album, everything from "O Holy Night" to "Sleigh Ride."
Instead I find myself writing about them as adults, having otherworldly adventures in the future. No, they don't meet the pierced cavegirl, that would be my Uncle Josh, who hitchhiked to the Woodstock Festival and was never seen again... at least, not on this world.
I'm just bursting with ideas, most of which never, ever come together into stories.